Invisible fingers tickle the silhouetted treetops
Whilst the crickets giggle.
A sheep erupts into a throaty guffaw,
Our candle dances
And an owl calls for more.
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Invisible fingers tickle the silhouetted treetops
Whilst the crickets giggle.
A sheep erupts into a throaty guffaw,
Our candle dances
And an owl calls for more.